Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 06:50:36 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: PORTSMOUTH CAPERS
Warning: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it will
contain graphic acts of sexual activity between men, youth and boys or any
combination. If you are below the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area you should not read this nor allow minors (as your Law
specifies them) to read this either.
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site clearly indicated as GAY.
All persons and localities mentioned in this story/Chapter or Part are
fictitious which means that they do not wear condoms and do not get
gruesome diseases. The clue there is: Don't try this at home.
This story should have slotted into a mini series which starts with
COPENHAGEN CAPERS goes onto SINGAPORE CAPERS and then onto this little one.
However, I didn't realise that Mick and Keith would get a little fan club
(probably due to their pictures), so here we are again. Same format, chuck
in a couple of young Navy trainee chefs, a vaguely oriental newspaper boy
and away you go. May I present PORTSMOUTH CAPERS.
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PORTSMOUTH CAPERS
by
G. Cutter
A Rainy Night in Georgia. No, sorry that's the song. A rainy night in
Portsmouth is more like it and that's the one in England not the one in the
U.S. Once a major naval port of His or Her Britannic Majesty's Fleets and
now a run down dump. Well, at the time of this story we still had a Fleet
but not much of one, the Cold War had sort of slipped into the Icelandic
Cod War and that was another one we didn't talk about too much. Trawlers
lobbing fish at minesweepers and the mighty minesweepers chucking spuds
back. Have you ever seen one of our old 'Ton' Class sweepers, they were
like overgrown rowing boats with cabins stuck on top. Anyway, I digress
(love that word).
Here I was in good old Pompey feeling rather pissed off to be perfectly
blunt. My Keithy and I had returned from sunnier climes and finished
miraculously still joined at the hip and based in HMS Victory. Another bit
of trivia that you really want to know is that Royal Naval Barracks are
given ship's names, and they have messes, quarterdecks, blah blah. All a
bit infantile but after six years in the navy I was beginning to appreciate
what a load of traditionalist, hidebound wankers the whole mob were. I know
that's a bit strong but hey, hey, it is (or was) the twentieth century.
HMS Victory at that time was the main induction base for young seamen and
Keith and I had finished up in the Signals Office which was convenient as
we were both signalmen. I was a Leading Signalman but I don't want to pull
rank in an informal and rather smutty story.
Back to the baby sailors. These civilian kids wobbled through the main gate
and a fortnight later marched out as right little shits but at least they'd
learnt how to stand straight, shower, salute and probably smoke and
drink... all worthy objectives for young men. After their initial two weeks
of learning Navy ways they were dispersed to various training
establishments to complete the change from ugly duckling to slightly pissed
off swans in a manner of speaking. I'd been through it in my time and so
had Keith, not really fun but you were taught automation and finished up as
the automaton. You learn that when a Petty Officer screams at you to die
for Queen and Country, for God's sake say 'yessir' straight away and look
heroic, don't say 'wot' and stand there in a coma, that's what basic
training is all about.
Anyway, to get on with it. Keith and I had got ourselves a little flat as
we had in Plymouth eighteen months previously. To remind you, I had a
scource of income other than the Navy and neither of us frequented boozers
or smoked like chimneys. I had the odd cigarette but that was by the by,
the habit didn't have a real hold on me. At the time of the story the
Barracks was on a bit of a shutdown the cause being the main summer
leave. Half the compiment got three weeks and then the other half went, the
regular intake of kids continued so that there were always two or three
classes of around a dozen to fifteen marching around trying to act like
guardsmen.
Some really tasty kids as well but they avoided the 'old timers' like
myself and my pals like the plague, probably scared shitless of us I
suppose. All sixteen to a man (or boy), some short, some tall, some dishy
ones and and some dogs.
Keith and I being in the same watch had drawn the same leave. He'd gone up
to Manchester to see his parents and siblings and I'd remained in the flat
having no family to speak of (aaaah). He was having around ten days up
there and then returning to keep me company and decorate our grotty hovel
out. In fact, if I got adventurous I might even have it done by the time he
got back but for the moment I was relaxing. It was nice to lounge around
out of uniform and realise that you didn't have to sit in a musty and dusty
signals office for three weeks.
What I had done for the last couple of nights and what I intended to do on
this particular night was to walk around the Fleet Club and see if there
were any stragglers hanging about. My definition of a 'straggler' was
either one of the local rent boys who drifted in from time to time (slim
pickings there, kiddo), a drunken young sailor boy or ideally one who was
all grumpy and homesick. The Fleet Club at that time rented out cabins on a
nightly basis for peanuts and the youngsters tended to use the place just
to get some privacy, just to get away from the motley throng, even just to
get a bit of peace and quiet. By the way, living on an enclosed messdeck
with a dozen screaming youths may seem like fun but sixteen hours a day of
incessant noise, motion and maybe people you couldn't stand the sight of
soon palls.
You just can't appreciate how much getting away from it all for a couple of
weeks does for you. Get up when you like, go to bed when you like, even
beautiful silence. You can get that indoors on your own, you can't get it
in a naval mess that's for sure.
Anyway, I'm reliving old times, rambling on and completely drifting away
from my little salty dog yarn. Har, har, my hearties. Listen up to an old
tale of the sea... or something.
I stuck the raincoat on and grabbed some money and my ID Card. Just enough
to make me legal, in those days they still had Shore Patrols who tended to
stop and search on a whim usually boredom I imagine. I did a swift scurry
when I got outside as it was raining a bit heavier than I'd expected but
fortunately the Fleet Club was within walking distance, less than fifteen
minutes in fact.
Get me straight. Walking into the Club I could never be mistaken for a
civilian poof on the trawl, not like some of the old queens who slipped in
looking for a bit of spare (and finding it more often than not). I had my
uniform raincoat on, my black toecapless shoes plus the regulation haircut,
Keith was the one who got away with walking around like a blonde haystack
not I.
I walked into the place and made a beeline for the cafeteria, it had just
gone eleven and the local pubs had turned out but most of the drunks were
wending their way back to their ships. On a Friday night most of the guys
or even the kids hanging about had night leave or even weekends off. I cast
my beadies around as I sat at a dirty table wondering which of the
slatterns (and there's a bit of old English) was supposed to keep the place
clean. I spotted a few isolated bodies but nothing that struck me as
remotely chattable (is that a word?).
In the end I had a walk outside where there was a games room, a short
passageway, toilets and a sort of reception or booking hall. This was the
place where you booked your cabin which were all upstairs. These things
were tiny and provided you with a space, a bed and that was about it, most
importantly they gave you privacy and somwhere to leave your excess kit.
A couple of rowdies in the games room who would soon be tackled by the
night staff, three kids sitting on benches looking lost and myself. Bad
news. A quick perv up and down and I realised that I knew one of the kids
but I couldn't think where the hell from. He looked pissed off big time, he
was glaring at the wall, the floor and at anyone who moved like he was
about to go into attack dog mode. Very interesting, he could be half drunk
but he didn't seem to be the type, too nice if you know what I mean. I
studied him surreptitiously for a while probably a bit like Inspector
Clousseau and in the end decided to attack... well approach with some
caution, I didn't want a smack in the eye from a rather well set up young
teeny.
'Hi, how's it going?' I sat alongside him giving him the benefit of my
sparkling repartee. 'Don't I know you from somewhere?'
'Yeah,' he glanced at me with the slightest of smiles. 'I'm the runner in
the office next to yours.'
Then I got it. A runner was navyspeak for messenger or dogsbody and
youngsters filled this role in barracks. We had a couple of Junior Seamen
in ours and this one as I remembered worked in the Gunnery Office next
door. Just as an aside, the Gunnery Office had nothing to do with gunnery
but controlled all the accomodation, and movement of bodies in and out of
the barracks.
'Oh, yeah...' I clicked my fingers like his name was on the tip of my
tongue which it wasn't of course.
'Hylton, Jimmy Hylton.'
'Ah, yeah,' I made like I remembered. 'You don't look too happy, Jimmy,' I
smiled trying to look sympathetic.
'I'm gutted,' he stared at the floor. 'I was having a nice long weekend
doing bugger all and I've lost my money.'
'That was clever.' Did I say I was the soul of tact, a right shoulder to
cry on.'
'Yeah, cheers,' he gave me a sour look to which I was fully entitled I
suppose. 'One blessing was that I didn't lose my ID Card.'
'A blessing,' I agreed. He'd have got in terrible shit apart from having to
report to the Shore Patrol or barracks immediately for that but the money
yarn, true or not, was music to my ears. I should say that they're evil,
elvish and pointy but they aren't. I just read too much fantasy. A plug for
Meta4's site there.
'So, what are you going to do?'
'Dunno,' he sighed and looked like little Orphan Annie out in the storm,
well a well built and youthful O.A. that is.
'Might get picked up by one of the old poofs,' I remarked sticking my toe
in the water testing in a manner of speaking. You know, in the setting,
that was not such an odd or bad thing to say. Old poofs picking up young
sailors and it wasn't as big a deal as it sounded and it was hardly top
secret.
'Left it too late,' he laughed shortly. 'What are you doing around here?'
He looked at me as if I was an alien. 'I thought you and your mate were on
leave,' he was obviously referring to Keithy I would have imagined.
'I live around here, Jim,' I tested his name out. Yeah, I could learn to
live with it, Jim was a nice name. 'I have a small flat a couple of streets
away.'
'Really?' He looked at me again and I could see his mind working and
hopefully he was thinking positive.
'Yeah. You're welcome to stop over the night,' I offered. Well, I thought I
may as well jump in at the deep end. He was in a bit of a fix and it was
basically an offer he couldn't refuse.
'I dunno,' he did his little boy lost look.
'You expecting your money to turn up?'
No, I'm fucking well not,' he snapped.
'Well, accept a bit of charity. Come round home and relax.' I nearly tacked
on a bit about getting out of your uniform but stopped myself in time. I
knew perfectly well he was 'aware', he was a young sailor after all but I
didn't want to press the point.
'Alright, cheers,' he looked at me and smiled. 'I'll see you alright on
payday.'
'No problems, Jim,' I stood and looked at him. 'Let's make a move.' See me
alright on payday indeed, a bit before that if I had my nasty and naughty
way. Indeedy.
I picked up a couple of packs of fish and chips on the way back. Well, why
not, we were fighting the might of the Icelandic Fishing Fleet for it, the
fish that was, we fought the Paddies for the spuds. We managed to get home,
pretty wet but at least we were home clutching hot goodies and that was
good enough. I led down my basement steps and fumbled with the keys.
'You live here?' Jim seemed surprised.
'Toldya,' I opened the door and ushered him in and straight into my living
room. lounge or whatever you want to call it. I saw him cast his eyesballs
around clocking the television, radiogram (those were the days) and all the
things that make life liveable.
'Nice,' Jim stood awkwardly until I organised him, got his raincoat off and
got him settled by the fire with his bag of fish and chips, a salt pot and
a fork, I didn't run to using plates. 'You live here by yourself?'
'No, Keith, my mate shares.'
'Oh,' he looked at me and I suppose it was his turn to think evil
thoughts. 'Where is he,' he looked around as if Keithy was going to pop out
of nowhere.'
'Up in Manchester visiting his people. He'll be back in a week or so.'
'Ah.' A boy of short sentences was our Jimmy boy. 'What, you sorta live
together?'
'Well, we live together onboard, why not indoors?'
'Good point,' he laughed. 'At least you can do what you like.'
'Exactly.' I turned the television on and settled back into the sofa, he
was sitting in the one and only armchair by the way. 'How'd you lose your
money.'
'Christ knows,' his smile disappeared. 'I had it in the plastic folder with
the ID. I went to the pictures and came out and had a drink and it wasn't
until I got to the Club and went to book a cabin I found out it'd gone
missing.'
'Didn't try and retrace your tracks?'
'You're joking,' he gave a bitter laugh. 'What would you do if you found
thirty quid sitting on the pavement? Sit and wait for the owner to show?'
'You've got a point I suppose,' I looked at him trying to look
sympathetic. 'You can stay here the weekend if you want.' I'd made my
decision. He wasn't pretty as some young men were but he was good looking
enough, he was the right age and he was presentable. I didn't want to let
the old firm of Keith and Mick down by not trying to gett inside his
y-fronts. That is making a bit of a quantum leap in assumptions but you
know what I mean.
'I'm skint, broke, out of dosh. I can't live on fresh air, I need to eat.'
He sounded exasperated, in fact, he sounded at the end of his
tether. Thirty pounds was a lot of money then, quite a lot nowadays as
well. Everyone drops a tenner or a fiver on a bad day but thirty quid was
bad news especially to an underpaid young sailor on a weekend's leave.
'No probs, I can feed you. You can have your relaxation and do sod all, in
fact if you feel upto it you can help me out with some decorating
tomorrow... nothing heavy.'
'Yeah, I don't mind,' he smiled. 'The last bit of painting I did was an
aircraft carrier.'
'Light grey was it?'
'Yeah,' he laughed. 'I got to do some of the black bit on the bottom as
well.'
'Well, there you go then. Painting for lodging and food, how does that
sound?'
'Great,' he grinned again. He really did have a nice smile. 'You have a
deal Leading Signalman... er?'
'Thomas, call me Mick, Jimmy.'
'Right, Mick.' He stood and stood for a moment with his packaging from his
food. 'Where does the rubbish go?'
'Bin in the kitchen,' I nodded at the door and he took mine from me and
toddled off. Excellent, he was housetrained as well. I wondered if he had a
chum of if he was interested in a threesome with Keith and myself. Time
would tell. One thing was for sure although he was a big lad for a sixteen
year old he had a boy's mannerisms and with his raincoat off he did look a
damn sight better in his tight blue bellbottoms. I wondered what he'd look
like without them. The crunch would come at bedtime. Would he settle for
sharing as most buddies would or would he insist on the sofa, yet again,
time would tell. It's all down to suck it and see in these situations and
that is a terrible pun almost a gay Carry On joke.
I followed him in and hooked a couple of cans of lager from the fridge
presenting him with one, he tried to refuse but I insisted.
'I don't like poncing,' he took the can all the same.
'Not to worry, it's a nightcap anyway,' I grinned. 'Prepayment for the
painting.'
'Oh, alright,' he smiled in return and we went back to the late
television. I sat with half an eye on the tele and half on him thinking
what a contrast to Keith he was. Although two years younger he was taller
and as tall as I was which was just under six feet zilch, he had his hair
cut so short it was barely a stubble, what they call a skinhead but that
was recent, I seemed to recall he had a quite normal navy haircut before
that. As I've said before, pleasantly plain without being beautiful. Normal
as normal could be, I just hope that didn't extend too far though, in my
experience most sixteen year olds let themselves go once they were in bed
unless they were rancid antis that was. Then again if he was he'd be
volunteering for the sofa.
'How long have you been in the Navy, Jim?'
'Six months, Victory is my first posting.'
'Happy with it?'
'Hell, no.' He looked at me. 'I signed on to go to sea not to sit in
Portsmouth for the rest of my life.'
'Never mind, you'll be out there soon, most of our current crop of wankers
prefer shore bases. Dunno what the hell they joined for.'
'You sound like an old sea dog,' he laughed genuinely at last. 'Ah, the
good old days,' he mocked me gently but I didn't mind. He may have been
half right, in my short career I'd seen the navy reduce the number of it's
ships and get taken over by technicians and computer experts. Salt water
sailors were a dying breed. We would finish up like the USN, a medal for
every drop of bad weather and unable to go to sea if the ice cream machine
wasn't working.
Just a bit of inter Navy rivalry there dear American readers.
I reached my arms up and gave a yawn truly worthy of an Oscar.
'What time's reveille?'
'No bugles in this place, mate,' I glanced at the clock which indicated
half past midnight. 'How's about an eight o'clcock breakfast?'
'Works for me,' he smiled slightly. 'Where do you want me to sleep?'
'Bedroom's next door,' I pointed it out. 'You'd be better off strewing your
gear around in here, let it all dry out properly.' This was a bit of
rubbish as he was no wetter than myelf but uniforms are a pain in the arse
to put it bluntly especially a sailor suit. It doesn't come off like many
civilians think, just like a jacket and trousers but is an assembly of
antiques, seperate collars, silks, lanyards, and God knows what else. In a
nutshell, a navy kit of the day was a bloody nightmare.
'I suppose,' he sighed and started to undo his tapes and bits and pieces. I
suppose he'd been a trifle concerned about this moment. In his tiny brain
he can't have thought I'd picked him up and was willing to fund his
weekend, he must have wondered what the payment was going to be and now he
was going to find out.
In fact, the payment was going to be absolutely nothing. Working in the
same office block as himself I could hardly force myself on him, I had to
play it strictly by ear. Take what I could get or what he was willing to
give. He was in a pretty safe situation did he but know it. At the end of
the day I wasn't into 'force majeur' or even rape for that matter and that
was ignoring the fact that he was big enough to put up a good fight.
He festooned his gear around quite neatly (can you festoon neatly? I
suppose so) and then plonked himself down onto the sofa in just his white
front and blue bells, he'd put his shoes and socks beside the dying fire.
'Right,' he looked at me as I was wandering about aimlessly tidying up
although I had managed to reduce to a t-shirt and my bashed up old jeans.
'I'll show you, you can zonk as I fancy a final tea. I'm a tea machine.'
'You don't look like a tea machine.' That was witty, I must remember
that. I sympathised to a certain extent, here he was, a Junior Seaman or
whatever in the home of a Leading Hand and he probably suspected that I was
about to make a move on him but he didn't know for sure. The suspense must
have been killing him. Let's face it, even if he was as bent as a corkscrew
he still didn't know which way I was inclined, to my knowledge I hadn't
given a clue... yet.
I led him into the bedroom and left him to it. He looked at the bed and
looked at me for a moment. 'Does your mate sleep in here as well?'
'Nowhere else to sleep pal.' I gave him a cheery smile but he pulled me up
short.
'Can I have a tea, I'm a bit of a tea machine as well,' he gave me a rather
shy grin.
'Yeah, go to bed, I'll fetch it in.' This was it anything could happen
now. I could give you a list of what kids do: Sleep head to toe. Put a
pillow between me and them. Sleep between the top sheet and the duvet and
not forgetting the one tart who went to bed with his trousers on. I did get
inside them by the way but he was useless. As I said anything could
happen... and usually does. I just hoped Jim was a bit more adult.
Ten minutes later I was back in the bedroom with two mugs of tea and much
to my relief his trousers and white front were draped over a chair and he
was sitting up in bed in the centre I might add looking remarkably
relaxed. I did notice the absence of briefs or y-fronts amongst his gear so
he must have had them still on but I didn't take that as a bad sign, just
nornal navy.
'OK?' I gave him a sparkly smile which wasn't bad at past one o'clock in
the morning, I gave him his mug and sat on the edge of the bed.
'Fine, it's nice to actually get into a bed. I thought I was gonna sit in
that place all night.'
'Somebody would have rescued you.'
Yeah,' he laughed. 'That's what I was worried about.' Good reply that, at
least his head was on straight, he wasn't a new recruit straight from the
farm. At least he knew the score which was one of Keithy's favourite
expressions. Whilst he was a in good mood I peeled off my t-shirt and
unclipped my jeans, dumping my tea for a moment I peeled off my shoes and
sox, I was nearly ready for the big adventure although I had that sneaky
suspicion things were going to turn out alright.
'What time do you want to get up in the morning?'
'Upto you,' he looked at me over the rim of his mug. 'See how it goes I
suppose,' he ran his lip over his upper lip nervously. Exactly.
'Not too early, Saturday's a day for relaxing... or painting,' I grinned at
him.
'What do you actually want to paint?'
'The little entrance lobby and I'd like to get a start on the living room
but I'm not all that fussed..'
'Well, if you've got all the gear we could knock out that lobby in an hour
and get a good start into your lounge bit.'
'I don't want to come on like a slave driver just 'cos I'm helping you out
for the weekend.'
'A bit of painting is no big deal... the least I can do. I'll have to work
in my knickers, I don't want paint on my uniform,' he gave me a sly look
which begged a smart answer.
'Knickers are all right with me.'
'Thought they would be,' he laughed. 'Which one's your mate, the little one
with all the fair hair, the Mancunian?'
'That's him, Keithy boy.'
'Known him long?'
'Yeah, a couple of years, we were on Hermes together and then we were in
Terror out in Singapore... we go back a bit I suppose.'
'He's always in our place poncing milk and sugar,' he smiled. 'Seems quite
nice.'
'He is,' I looked at him. Nice was a curious word, in my vocabulary it was
borderline. Big macho sailors just didn't call other sailors 'nice', 'OK',
'alright', even 'a pleasant guy' but not 'nice'.
'Dunno how to repay you for your generosity,' he spoke quite formally but I
knew he was fishing. He stretched in the bed and looked at me. 'Coming to
bed or sitting there all night?'
'Coming to bed,' I turned the light off and by the light of the bedside
lamp dropped my jeans and stood for a moment aware of his eyes on my nearly
naked body. A quick shiver and I slipped into the warmth. He moved over a
little and it was no more that a little, I felt my bare skin touch his but
he only moved a fraction.
'How old is your Keith?' He put his empty mug up on the bedside shelf.
'Nineteen, just.'
'Must sleep in here with you.'
'Must,' I agreed.
'He's nice.' Jeez, there was that word again. What was he trying to say? I
had a vague idea but didn't want to speak out of turn.
'Yeah, he is,' I turned towards him and studied his face, Yeah, he was
quite tasty apart from the chain gang haircut and hair grows quickly
enough. 'You seem very interested in my Keithy.' There, that had told him.
'No, not really,' he hurriedly replied giving me a little chuckle. He was a
Keithy admirer, another one. God knows why so many people fancied that
little slut, same reason I did I suppose.
'You'll have to pop in next weekend, he should be back Saturday.'
'I've got a short weekend from Saturday lunchtime,' he glanced at me and
then as if making a decision turned inwards to face me directly, his eyes
dropped.
'There you go,' I spoke quietly. 'Stop the night.'
'Three in a bed,' his voice had dropped to a whisper.
'Fancy it?' I reached out and placed my hand on his hip and he didn't move,
didn't even flinch.
'Yeah,' his voice broke and his body went limp as I pulled him
closer. 'Getting chilly in here,' he whispered and I felt him move in then
what I'd been waiting for. The contact of flesh on flesh, alright it was
leg on leg but he moved in tighter and I felt hardness at his groin as he
pressed against me with a little sigh of relief.
'That's better,' I put my hand onto his smooth back just above the waist of
his briefs and pulled him even closer, he pressed up against me quite
happily and I felt his warm breath on my shoulder, I also felt one of his
hands slip down my back and cup one buttock. This kid knew exactly what he
was doing and now it was time to find out how far he was prepared to go.
With a bit of exploration I found out that his briefs were, in fact,
boxers. I bit more fumbling and I had hot meat in my hand and slowly moved
the loose foreskin moving it to and fro on it's core that got harder the
more I played.
'Could cum in your hand,' he muttered and I felt his lips on my neck.
'Don't want to mess up your boxers,' I whispered in return and grabbed the
waistband lowering them to his knees and allowing his respectable sizer
hardness to poke me in the gut. I felt a smoothness with just a trace of
slime slide against my belly and then his hands on me lowering my own
briefs allowing my own hardness to rub against his.
'Nudey,' he giggled nervously and rubbed his smooth body against mine. I
clasped him around the waist and dragged him on top of me as I lay on my
back allowing his now totally hard penis to slip between my legs which I
promptly clamped. My own erection was sandwiched between our bellies as he
moved gently to and fro wanking mine and moving his between my legs.
'Nice,' I clasped his firm bottom as he slowly fucked.
'Different,' he giggled and moved a little faster as if fucking for real.
'We could have a good weekend,' I suggested quietly.
'Do you want to fuck me?' He spoke suddenly and quite firmly.
'Yeah, if you're offering.'
'That's not quite what I was getting at,' I saw the flash of his teeth as
he grinned.
'You were going to say something quite business like and formal as in: If
you fuck me, I can fuck you... or words to that effect.'
'How did you know?'
'Been there, seen it, done it and got the trophy on the mantlepiece,' I
laughed. 'No youngster wants to come across as too willing, that's why they
disguise it as a deal.'
'That's not true, I don't want you to do me. I'm just saying if that's what
it takes, I'll let you.'
'So, what you're really saying is that you want to make love to me?'
'Yeah, if you don't mind.'
'Jeez,' I laughed and held him still. 'I've never had a conversation like
this before. Tell you what...' I disengaged myself from his embrace and
reaching under the pillow found the KY. 'Let's see how good you are.'
'What?' I could vaguely see him gazing at me in the gloom and he seemed
confused. 'What?'
'Kneel there handsome,' I got onto my back and got him between my
legs. Christ, I only wanted two way sex and the way we were going it was
going to take all night. As he got onto his knees between my legs I swiped
a handful of glop onto his hot shaft and grinned as he gasped and nearly
fell on top of me. He recovered in a minute and was fucking my fist as I
held him tightly bringing it down to where I wanted it. 'Slowly,' I ordered
placing his well oiled glans at my sphincter.
He got there in the end, he did as he'd been told and slowly moved himself
forward until I felt his slippery knob open me up and then the familiar
sensation of hot cock enter my body. To be honest I'd rather fuck than be
fucked but what the hell, most of it is the tactile sensation of a young
body on yours and the feel of being joined by being inside someone's body
or having part of them in you. I don't know what experience he had but one
thing was for sure, he hadn't 'done it' for some time. He was on the move
for a matter of a minute or maybe two and then he gave a frustrated groan
and I felt his cock throb and a series of splashes and spurts up inside
me. The poor little tyke and he wasn't all that little had shot his bolt in
two minutes flat.
'That was quick,' I said brightly stroking his sweat tacky back as he
slowly moved to and fro on a coating of his own thick boyish cum.
'Cheers,' he said dryly. 'I haven't had a wank for yonks.'
'It'll last longer the next time,' I assured him.
'The next time?'
'You're not one of these quick fuck and run away types are you?' I
whispered trying not to laugh.
'No,' he made a vague kissing motion and I know what he wanted, he wasn't
that straight. I grabbed his neck and pulled his head down sealing my lips
onto his and snoogied him to death. As soon as he lifted his head for air I
grabbed him again and this time slipped my tongue against his lips until he
opened up and my tongue was inside his mouth. 'Jeeesus, that was something
else,' he gasped at the end of it. I swear I could feel the heat of his
unseen blush. poor Jimmy had actually fucked a man and actually kissed him,
French kissed at that. I bet his tiny mind was on meltdown but he was
drained and I wasn't finished yet.
As he slipped free of me and collapsed onto his back I turned to face him
grasping and fondling his slippery limpo.
'Aaah, it;'s all yeuchy,' he giggled and looked at me. 'You are a dirty
sod.'
'I know, it's been said before.' I mounted him and assumed his position of
ten minutes previously, I slid my now well and truly stiff cock between his
smooth thighs. I wanted to admire his youthfully lithe and still growing
body in broad daylight but that would have to wait. I'm sure I'd be seeing
a lot of his naked body over the next couple of days, he'd had a nibble at
the cherry, he'd be back for more.
I moved around a little and got my legs between his, I felt him tense up as
he knew what I was after.
'You done this before?' I asked.
'Once.'
'Was it OK? Any problems?' Stupid questions but there you go.
'The other guy just fancied me for a one off, he did his biz and did a
runner.'
'An older man?'
'Nah, a kid I was in training with. At least he didn't run around telling
everyone else and he didn't come back for more, thank Christ.'
'That's because he knew you'd want to have a go first.'
'I know that,' he laughed bitterly. 'I must have been some sort of mug.'
'It happens but me and Keithy don't just shag and run, we like to make a
marathon out of it.'
'You and Keithy,' I saw his eyes glean and then his teeth as he grinned
again. 'You were serious about next weekend?'
'Well you seemed to have an interest,' I kept rambling on as I guided his
legs up and placed them onto my shoulders as I rose. He knew what was
coming and automatically took his knees down to his chest exposing himself
under the bedding. I didn't need to see what I was doing, I got some KY
onto two fingers and smeared some on his little pucker and gently slipped
one finger inside him. He was deliciously tight and I felt his ring grip my
finger as I stroked and lubricated inside his tight little bottom.
'Oooooh,' he flinched and then groaned as I found his prostate and massaged
it with my finger. 'Aaaaaah,' I felt his body relax as he got used to me
inside him and he never even murmured as I took my finger out and replaced
it with two. This time a gave him a good finger fucking until he was
thrashing about and clamping onto my fingers like he wanted to snap them
off. Enough was enough. I slid my fingers free, positioned myself and
slipped in holding his legs back and dropping my face to his.
This time the kiss was sweeter and less fierce than the last but I was
moving in his incredibly tight bottom sinking deeper and deeper into his
tight warmth.
'Feels OK,' he croaked without being asked and I moved faster. I could feel
my lower belly move against him and knew I was fully in him and I knew that
he had no problems, none at all, it boded well for the rest of the
weekend. I grasped his hips and his legs slipped onto my back, we were
joined and we were in motion. I felt like singing that old Queen Classic:
Another One Bites the Dust but there's a time and place for everything.
God, for a so called amateur he was good sex and he finished up as I knew
he would moaning not in pain but in contentment as I ploughed in and out of
his slippery little arse.
'I think you like this,' I whispered at one stage.
'Not telling,' he giggled but his forceful hug and his legs pressing onto
my back told me that he wasn't all that unhappy with what was happening to
him. The proof was in his penis which had recovered and was now nicely hard
between our bellies as I lowered myself for the finish.
'Aaaah, Mick,' he used my name for once as I felt myself begin to throb and
pulse my climax into his living flesh. He sighed and went limp as I spent
spurt after spurt of my stored semen up into his willing body. 'That was
better than that other bastard,' he grabbed my neck and pulled me down for
a kiss. 'Yeah, we gotta do that again,' he whispered into my mouth.
'Sleep, child,' I slid free carefully and clutched his sweat covered body
as the room grew colder as the night progressed. It was a fine way to start
a Saturday and Keithy was phoning later in the day, I'd have some good news
to pass on.
We slept well and we were entitled to, we'd both used all our energy up in
a manner of speaking and it was cold outside the bed and warm in, easy as
that. I felt him move and go to the bathroom in the early hours but
pretended to be asleep and he drifted off again. I was the next up but
daylight was peeping past the curtains and I saw that it was six o'clock
far too early for any activity on my part at least. I actually hung on for
a full hour before taking him tea at seven and after placing it on his side
of the bed slipped back into the warmth clutching my own mug.
'What time is it?' He peered sleepily at me.
'Seven,' I rubbed my leg against his feeling his warmth and his
fuzz. 'Hairy legs.'
'Cheers,' he sat up in the bed and attacked his mug of tea. 'What do you
think your Keith will say about last night?'
'Not a lot,' I replied. 'We do our own thing from time to time... and share
from time to time.'
'You sound like a pair of bloody vultures or something,' he laughed. 'Here!
Something I was going to ask you, you being an expert and all that...'
'Go on, Mr Sarcastic.'
'You know those kids that lurk around the Town Station carrying bags and
whatnot? Are they all on the game... you know, male prossies.'
'Some are.'
'My mate told me that they were all on the game and did it for around a
tenner.'
'How does he know?' I laughed and moved in closer and we rubbed together
sharing our warmth and generally relaxing, free as little birds with
nothing much to do (apart from search for worms) and a whole day to do it
in. We just chatted and drank our tea.
'Dunno but he reckons he got chatted up by one once.'
'Could be I suppose. There are a lot of little boys on the game with it
being a naval base. I suppose they reckon sailors draw poofs and poofs hire
boys, etc etc.'
'Some nice ones up there,' he looked at me sideways and grinned. 'I'm
surprised you haven't moved a couple in.'
'I don't have to, the kid who delivers our weekend papers puts it about for
peanuts... little Lee does it for fun.'
'You're joking,' he laughed. 'You're telling me that your delivery kid is
on the game.'
'If he's in the mood. I'll tell you a story...'
'Go on. To say he was all ears would be an understatement, he was visibly
dribbling into his tea eager for a bit of smutty gossip.
'I went up the shops one Saturday just to get some odds and ends and when I
came back there were Keith and Lee on the bed having a romp and Lee
finished up having sex with Keith. Story ends.'
'What did you do?'
'Nothing,' I laughed. 'I asked the kid around one night in the week and he
came and we did. That's it more or less.'
'Jeez,' he sniggered. 'You've got me as hard as a rock.' I reached out and
felt him up, he was right, he was as hard as a rock.'
'Lee's only fourteen though.'
'Oh, my Gawd,' he trembled and put his hand onto mine squeezing it on his
hardness. 'A fourteen year old virgin.'
'Hardly a virgin,' I laughed. 'He's a little raver.'
'Oh, my Gawd.' He sounded like one of those old records with the needle
stuck.
'He normally comes around half eight or nine on a Saturday, I'll invite him
in for a cuppa.'
'Yeah?' he nearly wet himself. 'I get to see him?'
'You will if you get out of bed in time,' I dumped my mug and turned to
face him. 'Did you wash it earlier? I slowly moved his foreskin up and
down.
'Yeah,' he croaked.
'Good.' I moved in even closer, I may as well taste him whilst he was hyped
up over a twelve year old newspaper boy. Of all the boys in all the world I
had to swag a junior pedo in training. Never mind, he'd fit in well with
Keith and myself. 'Haven't you got any pals in barracks you get to play
around with?'
'Only this other Junior Seaman, Dave, he works in the office with me
fetching and carrying. He's always chatting me up and we did a double wank
a couple of weeks ago... I think he got cold feet though.'
'Well you broke the ice, I suppose,' I laughed, a double wank
indeed. Sounded fun. I could image the two of them in a cleaning cupboard
somewhere flogging each other's dicks trying not to make a noise. Just like
being back at school and searching for safe nooks and crannies. Mind you I
suppose when you're a Junior This or That in the Navy it is a bit like
being at boarding school not that I'd had the experience.
'What's he like, in action I mean?'
'Cums a lot,' Jim laughed. 'Interested?'
'Always ready to expand my circle of friends,' I turned inwards and applied
myself to his erection. Ducking my head under the bedding I nuzzled at his
nipples wetting them and feeling the soft litle nubs harden and his slow
pumping into my hand speed up. 'Slow down,' I cautioned him and let my head
drift down kissing and mouthing across his taut stomach finally finding his
jerking and now slightly oozing penis. He was seriously sexed up but he was
at that age.
'You intro me to your newspaper boy and I'll chat Dave up for you and
Keith,' he offered hopefully.
It seemed he had a one track mind and he was a bit sweet on Lee already
although he hadn't even seen him, the magic number fourteen must have done
the trick. I didn't answer because just then I took him into my mouth
tasting his youthful hardness as he lazily pumped up into my mouth. I also
moved my body at right angles to his, I was doing a one eighty and I
wondered if he'd get the message. He did.
'Never done one of these before,' he giggled and dragged me around until my
groin was level with his face and then he was onto me like a gannet. That
was a gannet with very soft lips and suction not one with a beak. We sixty
nined almost lazily or casually I suppose I should say. We'd both done the
dirty with each other so anything else was just a widening our horizon. I
knew that Keith would like him and I knew that he had a vague fancy for
Keith so the immediate future seemed safe enough. Of course his pal Dave
was an unknown quantity but I was put in mind of our escapade with another
two Junior Seamen a couple of years ago in Plymouth and that turned out
alright. Four is a much better little grouping than three for the obvious
reasons.
I sucked him clutching his firm bottom and he deep dived on me, I could
feel my glans sliding right back into his throat and he sucked like a
bloody Dyson if they'd have been invented then. Woops, nearly did a dreaded
anachronism there.
I knew he wasn't going to last long and I was happy with that, nor was I
and we had things to do. Chatting Lee up was top of the list just for a
laugh you understand and to prove a point to my new pal young Jimbo.
'Uuuuuurgh,' he gave a thrust that nearly choked me and I felt his warm
semen splash into my mouth in about four or five splats, he did cum well. I
paid him back though. With a series of slippery thrusts I spurted my sticky
spunk into the back of his mouth and we both lay there in a silence only
disturbed by slurping and smacking lips draining each other's softening
noodles.
'You're broadening my sexual education,' he grinned as I slipped back up
the bed and lay in his arms.
'You seemed to know what you were doing,' I answered with a little
kiss. 'Our Jimbo seems to have hidden talents.'
'Perhaps I'm a good learner,' he answered rather quickly I thought but no
matter everyone tells fibs now and then and his full story would come out
sooner or later especially when Keith and I had him tied down and started
beating the shit out of him... that was a joke by the way, silken whips and
fluffy toys are more my style. Death by Kermit the Frog slippers sorta
thing. 'I'm gonna make some tea or coffee,' he looked at me hopefully.
'Coffee's in the top cupboard.' I'm going to get dressed and keep and eye
out for loopy Lee.
'You for real,' he span around. 'I thought you were having me on.'
'Wait and see,' I laughed as he left the bedroom heading for the
kitchen. Saturday was here and I still intended to get him decorating and
Lee was just a bit of light relief... anyway, I liked fourteen year olds as
well.
I let Jim do a breakfast which started off as a greasy fry up and finished
up as boiled eggs, he may be OK on the sex front but not as far as cooking
went. Tea and toast was the top of his range and sitting around looking
useless, never mind, I was used to that with Keith. Eight o'clock came and
went and so did eight thirty, it was around nine o'clock that I spotted my
newspaper boy ambling up the street dishing out papers to various houses
with a remarkable lack of interest. He must be broody or he'd had a bad
night but I left the flat door ajar and listened out for him falling down
the steps which was his party piece.
Sure enough the predicted stumble and crash came accompanied by some very
unbecoming boyish cursing... Lee had arrived.
Our upstairs neighbour called him 'that foul mouthed little urchin' and she
was just about right, Lee would do well in the Navy when he was old enough.
'Wanna drink, Lee?' I called out to him before he mutilated my paper by
trying to feed it through my tiny letterbox.
'Hey, you in there, Mick?' Did I say he wasn't the brightest fairy on the
Christmas Tree?
'Yeah, come in.'
He came in willingly enough and gave me his toothy grin, he also looked
with interest at Jim who was propping up the sink.
'No Keithy,' Lee cast his eyes around as he always does, I'd never sorted
out if he was a budding burglar or just nosey, let's be charitable and say
nosey.
'No, he's away 'til next Saturday,' I told him. 'This is Jim, he's staying
the weekend. Jim's in the Navy.'
'I'd never have guessed,' Lee grinned. I suppose it was a silly thing to
say as Jim was sitting in there wearing his navy blue bell bottoms, a bit
of a giveaway that one. 'Hello, Jim,' Lee gave a sparkly smile.
'Hi,' Jim replied still looking bemused or gobsmacked was really the woed I
was looking for. I'd forgotten to tell him that Lee was the union of an
English sailor and a Asian mother, maybe Chinese or Malayan. He looked like
one of these little Thai street boys, very much out of place in a chilly
morning in Portsmouth, in fact, quite exotic and Jim's eyes were hanging
down on his cheeks. He was smitten, I expect things were happening a bit
too fast for him.
'You finished, Lee?'
'Yeah, I left you until last as I usually break a few legs on your
knackered old steps... when you gonna fix them?'
'When Keith buys some quick setting cement. Here you go,' I passed him a
can of Sprite from the fridge. 'Wanna sit down for five minutes, take the
strain.'
'Yeah, why not?' Lee grinned and followed me into our little lounge and was
in his turn followed in by Jim who I could see was all eyes... he was taken
by my little delivery boy big time, he was obviously having trouble trying
to equate the broad Hampshire accent with the Oriental even feminine looks
of our local delivery kiddy.
As Lee had plonked himself down on the sofa I sat alongside him and Jim
took the armchair that he'd used the previous evening, he seemed fixated
with the boy. Every time I glanced at Jim he was oggling little Lee.
'I think Jimbo fancies our Lee,' I made with a loud stage whisper.
'He's got excellent taste,' Lee giggled as Jim blushed beet red.
'Pity you've got nothing to offer,' I slid my hand onto Lee's crotch and
gently squeezed. Lee took not a blind bit of notice, we'd been through all
this before but as before Jim's eyes nearly popped from his head.
'Keep doing that and I will,' Lee smirked and I felt his little hips thrust
up.
'Jeez, get a room,' Jim protested more in self defense than anything else.
'That's an idea, it's gotta be warmer,' Lee laughed and looked at me and
then at Jim sitting there like a rather prim maiden aunt. 'I feel sexy.'
Well, that was no surprise he always felt sexy and he always said the same
thing indicating that he was ready for a lark around as he called it. I
called it sex but then again maybe I was old fashioned.
'Come on then, Lee,' I got to my feet and grabbed his hand. 'Come and watch
or come and join in,' I spoke to Jim.
'Join in,' Lee giggled and pulling free ran for the bedroom as he obviously
knew the way.
'He's a bit young,' Jim muttered as he got to his feet with a perfectly
clear erection in the front of his blues.
'He's only a couple of years younger than you,' I observed. 'He's nice and
smoothy and doesn't talk,' I said and wandered after Lee, Jim could make
his own mind up but I had a bet with myself he'd be right behind me. I was
right, he was. I got into the bedroom and Lee had his t-shirt off already
and was shedding his trainers and socks, seems he didn't like wasting
time. I jumped onto the bed and left poor old Jim standing dumfounded. Lee
squealed and wriggled as I grabbed him and started to kiss and generally
tickle his smooth upper half. I managed to get his jeans unclipped and his
tight junior y-fronts with their little bulge became apparent it was at
this stage Jim sprang into action.
He moved in at last and tugging at Lee's jeans by the bottoms managed to
drag them down the kid's skinny legs.
'Not fair,' Lee giggled thrashing and wriggling in my arms. 'Get your
trousers off.' That was all Jim wanted, he quickly tore off the shirt I'd
lent him and unbuttoning his complicated bell bottoms stepped out of
then. Lee froze for a moment as Jim stood there with his hardness clearly
outlined in his underpants and then sighed and went limp in my arms. 'I'm
in heaven,' he sighed dramatically. 'Get naked, Micky,' he came down to
earth rather rapidly. A few moments later the three of us were as bare as
new born babes on the bed with Lee still wriggling and larking about in the
middle of us two older types. I knew Lee and I knew that he wanted Jim for
starters at least. Jim didn't seem too reluctant either.
In the melee Lee turned to me and wiggled his sweet little bum at Jim, no
way as a red blooded boy could Jim turn this one down. 'Snoggy, snoggy,'
Lee whispered and I obliged by slipping my tongue into his mouth as he
grasped my hardness and I grabbed his little stiffy. Jim was finding his
feet by now, he'd remembered where the KY had finished up and had recovered
it. 'Come on, Jim,' Lee pushed his tight little butt out.
Jim was in, in a flash. He oiled up, moved in and then pushed into Lee's
extremely tight little hole. I knew he was tight, I'd sampled it in the
past, for a fourteen year old kid he was a cut above the rest and he sighed
with satisfaction as Jim entered him and then started to gently fuck his
way in deeper, at the same time I moved up the bed and proffered my
erection. Lee didn't hestitate, he took me into his mouth and sucked me
merrily as Jim started to fuck for real. Did I say he was a raver? Yeah, I
must have.
Lee was bent almost double sucking on me all the time and pushing his
skinny hips back forcing his little boy bottom onto Jim's thrusts. Jim was
over the moon, he had a silly grin on his face as he slid in and out of
Lee's slightly lighter skinned springy bum and Lee loved every minute of
it. I held back, I could have given Lee a mouthful but his heart wasn't in
the blow as he kept easing off, he wanted me in addition to Jim, I could
read his evil little mind like a book.
'Aaaaaw, Jeez,' Jim groaned and after a flurry of thrusts he stayed glued
to Lee's back buried deep into the boy's flesh.
'Ooooo, oooh,' Lee squeaked and nearly bit the end off my dick. 'Squishy
time,' he pushed back harder and spitting my fresh from his mouth gave me a
cheerful grin. 'He cums like a horse,' He craned his head around to meet
Jim's lips.
'You'd know, of course.'
'Ho ho,' Lee whinced as Jim slid free but he immediately span around and
presented his cum flooded little hole. 'Come on, Micky. Sticky wicket
time.' God, that kid was so dirty. I just looked at Jim, smiled and rammed
straight into Lee's well lubricated little boy fanny. Jim was on a roll, he
returned my smile now completely at ease and dropped down the bed. I could
just see that he'd taken Lee's little prong which wasn't all that little
into his mouth and giving the kid some return for his efforts. Lee loved
it, he fucked into Jim's mouth moving himself on my movements, for once, a
good threesome.
'Yeah, you're good, Lee,' I was glued to the kid's back pumping my litle
heart out.
'I know,' Lee laughed and held Jim's head as he too pumped. 'Come on,
Jimbo, let's fuck your face.' He cackled and fucked away. 'Gonna cum right
down your throat.' He did like talking dirty and the last time I recalled
him cuming it was a couple of watery squirts but if the chat kept him happy
so be it. Jim didn't seem to mind, he was even trying to slip a finger into
Lee's slick little pucker whilst I fucked and in the end he stretched it
far enough to hit the jackpot.
Lee nearly spasmed, he groaned and climaxed as I fucked and Jim's finger
alongside my slippery hardness moved in and out.
'Aw, Jeeeeesus,' Lee went limp just as I came coating his inside and Jim's
finger at the same time. 'Ooooh,' Lee sighed and fell back onto me as Jim
sucked him dry and we all slowly and messily parted. 'We gotta do that
finger thing again,' he beamed at Jim who lay there with a dazed smile on
his spunk stained lips. Lee fell on him kissing and tasting his own cum. I
just gathered them in and cuddled them both. A good start to the Saturday.
The idle thought that if Lee could handle a hardon AND a finger either he
was used to bigger things or he wanted bigger things... maybe two at a
time. It didn't seem feasible with a little fourteen year old but it was
worth thinking about. Anyway, he clearly didn't want to rush away and Jim
certainly didn't seem like he was about to rush out and grab a paintbrush,
so...
Hopefully if the Gods were willing and everything worked out alright the
following Saturday would be just as good.
THE END
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